Illicit Beauty

Deux

    Greyson was awoken by the sound of several people mumbling. He couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, but judging by the sudden laughs he could tell it was mischief.
    "I underestimated you two," he heard someone say, sounding like a man's voice.
    "Tsk tsk tsk, we are not children," another voice responded, sounding like the voice of a teenage boy; the voice he heard before fainting. "We can handle a lot, you people just choose to think otherwise." Perhaps calling him a 'teenage boy' might have been an understatement. He had a deep enough voice and looked mature, but calling him an adult didn't seem right.
    Knowing how exhausted both his mind and body were, Greyson knew he wouldn't be able to move without making a noise. And that was the last thing he needed; attention. The only choice he had was to sit still, keep quiet, and trick these people into thinking he was still unconscious.
    "Where'd you find him?" the manlike voice asked.
    "A party," a third voice sighed, sounding like a female this time.
    "You two went to a party?! I'm telling your parents!" The manlike voice laughed in a joking manner.
    "Pffft, that party did not spark my interest even in the slightest. My 18th is going to be so much bett--" the teenage boy was interrupted by the doors slamming open.
    A way out. Greyson thought to himself, maybe I won't be stuck here for much longer.
    "Mister and Miss Moreau, your father would like to see you with your new pers--"
    "Hey hey hey, call me Alex." The teenage boy laughed. "The whole 'Mister Moreau' thing isn't really my cup of tea."
    A scoff sounded from the female. "Probably because all you drink are energy drinks and coffee," she commented with an annoyed tone in her voice. Greyson could hear her footsteps approach him only seconds later. Judging by her attitude and the impression she gave the night before, she was not like the boy. Or was he her brother?
    "Alex, I'm going to need your help since he's still asleep," the girl said. Greyson felt two pairs of hands grip both of his arms and lift him up, struggling a little before they began dragging him away. He opened his eyes just enough to see what was around him and where they were taking him, but not enough for the two to notice. Looking around, he could see that they were dragging him down a hallway that ended an estimated 20 feet from where he was now. It couldn't be that long of a run. He could outrun both of them if he tried.
    Alright, let's do this. He waited for the right moment to escape, making it seem like he was asleep for only a few seconds longer.
    3...
    2...
    1...
    Within a few seconds, he escaped both of their grips and ran as fast as he could down the hallway. His legs ached from not moving for hours, but he forced himself to run.
    "Hey!" He heard the Alex boy yell from behind, followed by swift footsteps. Greyson didn't bother looking back, he knew it would slow him down and they'd catch him. But little did he realize that the Alex boy was just as quick as him and was very close behind.
     Not knowing what to do, Greyson continued running, getting closer and closer to the stairs. Only seconds before he could reach the stairs, he felt a body slam him into the railing of the staircase. Because the railings were a bit too short to stop Greyson, his body flipped over the metal. Without thinking, Greyson grabbed ahold of Alex's wrist and pulled him over with him.
     They latched onto each other without thinking as they fell, but they both landed on the ground with a loud thud. Both groaning and holding the back of their heads, they slowly sat up and faced one another.
    "Why did you grab me?" Alex asked through a groan, still holding his head.
    "I'm not sure," Greyson spoke with a harsh tone, "why did you push me?"
    "I didn't mean to, you assho--" Alex was getting ready to cuss at Greyson before they were both interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
    Looking up, Greyson saw a tall, slender man who held a serious expression. Two men who also held serious faces stood behind the unfamiliar man, looking down at the two boys. They all wore intimidating black suits.
   "Hiya." Alex smiled through his pain, looking up at the three men.
    This had to be the boss man they were talking about.

    The walk to the boss' office was strangely awkward, mainly because Alex and Greyson were both trying to avoid eye contact. However, while they were walking, Greyson couldn't help but notice a sewn-on patch on the worn out leather jacket Alex wore. It looked to have two overlapping guns pointing upwards with the letter M under them. There were also words in cursive that outlined the patch, but he couldn't make out what they said.
    "What does your jacket say?" Greyson had asked without thinking clearly.
    "Words." Alex smiled.
    Why on Earth was he smiling? Had he already forgotten what happened between him and I? Maybe he's just a psychopath, it would definitely explain a lot.
    "Well no shit, Sherlock," Greyson scolded. "What do the words mean?"
    "You mustn't worry about that, love." Alex smiled before stopping in front of two large doors. The two large mysterious doors were pushed open by the bodyguards standing beside the doors, holding the same serious faces as almost every other man wearing a suit.
    "Shall I leave him here with you?" Alex asked with a calm voice, looking over at the intimidating man with his icy blue eyes. They looked more like contacts than they did a natural eye color, the hue was far too light.
    With a nod, the male sat down in his seat at his rather large desk, "that'd be lovely."
    "Have fun," Alex whispered into Greyson's ear, causing Greyson to elbow Alex in the stomach out of irritation.
    "Fuck off, you fucking kidnapper," Greyson spoke through his teeth, looking Alex in the eye. This was one of the many times he was grateful for his height because he had to look down at Alex. The only problem was how he only grew more irritated when he saw Alex smirk and grab his stomach. It wasn't long before Greyson realized he had made a mistake, but he didn't regret it one bit.
    The boss man was now glaring at Greyson as if he had touched a nerve, causing him to walk over and sit down in the seat across from the boss man. The entrance doors shut behind Greyson after he had sat down, leaving him a bit anxious but not nearly as afraid as he should have been.
    "I've known you for perhaps five minutes and I already don't like you," the boss man admitted, looking Greyson in the eyes as he continued to glare. "You better learn some respect or your life will become hell, and I will make sure of it."